A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a ... doctor who isn't a dipshit.
Actually my current PCP isn't exactly a dipshit, he's just not really the right doctor for either me or Fox. Yeah, we see the same guy. But Fox actively dislikes him, and I'm just tired of dealing with him, so we're finding new ones to see. Fox found someone in literally the same office, and I'll be calling the office next door, which has two likely candidates.
Ideally I'd like a doctor who is athletic, but I'll settle for someone who at least acknowledges that *I* am and that my activity levels can make me a little different from the usual run of 49 year old women. I'd personally point to the time my current doctor suggested I get out an walk, and then said there's a mile loop around the complex, and I should try doing two loops for two miles in under thirty minutes. And he said all this without ever asking me if I exercised and/or what I did. He also apparently doesn't acknowledge or can't remember that I do strength training.
Finally, I'm fed up with the liver biopsy push. I saw a liver specialist and had extensive blood panels done on top of a deep tissue ultrasound to look for scars and hardening, and they found exactly nothing wrong. But the current doctor just looks at lab results, makes recommendations on that, and doesn't bother asking questions about lifestyle, family history, or anything else. He just sees that ALT is 40 when it should be 25 this time around, ignores that it was normal last time, and I'm so tired of arguing with him. I'm not going to stop working out for a week to ten days just to have "good" blood work.
Anyway.
I have never really wanted a ball cap, I suspect I look like a massive dork in them. However, I have done some soul-searching and made peace with the fact that ball cap or no, I am actually a massive dork.
And I have never needed or wanted a ball cap the way I need and want this one. I wrote my thesis on Anais Nin's diaries. (Sorry about the lack of umlaut but I don't feel like switching to the international keyboard.) I can still talk the bark off a tree about interiority, exhibitionism, and the importance Nin placed on erotic episodes in her journals. Unfortunately, I no longer have the collection of books I used - that all got left in Louisiana when I moved, and Ex Husband likely tossed out or sold them. It would probably be worth my while to start rebuilding that portion of my library.